heard Lucy say in Martha's hearing one bright
afternoon:

"Now, I'm going to begin, sister, and you won't
have to scold me any more. Everyone of these old
tabbies I will take in a row: Mrs. Cavendish first,
and then the Cromartins, and the balance of the
bunch when I can reach them. I am going to Rose
Cottage to see Mrs. Cavendish this very afternoon."

The selection of Mrs. Cavendish as first on her
list only increased Jane's wonder. Rose Cottage
lay some two miles from Warehold, near the upper
end of the beach, and few of their other friends
lived near it. Then again, Jane knew that Lucy
had not liked the doctor's calling her into the house
the night of her arrival, and had heretofore made one
excuse after another when urged to call on his mother.
Her delight, therefore, over Lucy's sudden sense of
duty was all the more keen.

"I'll go with you, darling," she answered, slipping
her arm about Lucy's waist, "and we'll take Meg
for a walk."

So they started, Lucy in her prettiest frock and
hat and Jane with her big red cloak over her arm
to protect the young girl from the breeze from the
sea, which in the early autumn was often cool, especially
if they should sit out on Mrs. Cavendish's